Last night around the time my hubby and I went to bed at 10:30, it began snowing.  It’s now 2:00pm and the snow hasn’t stopped. 

Somebody certainly shook the snow globe.

It’s beautiful.  The crisp white snow twinkling and untouched on the ground seems to be an open invitation to kids everywhere to leave their mark.  How could that beautiful snow possibly go untouched? 

It couldn’t. 

My oldest has kindergarten in the morning.  Today I picked him up and was home by lunch.  After a snack and homework, the process began.

It always goes something like this, “MOM, where are my gloves?”   “MOM where is my beanie?”  “MOM will you help me get my boots on!”  The belting out of loud demands and pressing inquiries seems to be everlasting.  Then came the actual suiting up.  The long johns, the hoodies, the snow pants, the coats, the hats, the gloves, then the scarves. . . .Then the, “I have to pee!”  It seems to go on for hours!

After the excitement of the preparation, the time comes at last that they get to venture to the great outdoors.  Today I even let my baby join in on the fun.  It wasn’t the first time she had seen the snow, but it was certainly the first time she got to dive right in.  It was sheer bliss for all three of them. . . .for about 15 minutes!  Then they decided they were too cold, the snow was too “crumbly” to build a snowman, and the hills were too small for sledding.

So, the process began again, only this time it was in reverse.  Once the commotion was finished, I looked around at about 15 seperate puddles of melted snow on my hardwood floor, 12 stacks of wet clothes needing attention, and 3 frozen kids with wet hair and red noses.

Was it worth it?  I really can’t say.  However if you ask any one of the three, I am confident the answer would be a resounding, “ABSOLUTELY!”  Which is why the next time it snows when I hear the call, “MOM, where are my gloves?” I’ll be right there, gloves in hand and a half smile on my face.